In The House Of Suddhoo

A stone's throw out on either hand

From that well-ordered road we tread,

And all the world is wild and strange;

Churel and ghoul and Djinn and sprite

Shall bear us company to-night,

For we have reached the Oldest Land

Wherein the Powers of Darkness range.

--From the Dusk to the Dawn.

The house of Sudd
oo, near the Taksali Gate, is two storied, with four

carved windows of old brown wood, and a flat roof. You may recognize it by

five red handprints arranged like the Five of Diamonds on the whitewash

between the upper windows. Bhagwan Dass, the bunnia, and a man who says he

gets his living by seal-cutting live in the lower story with a troop of

wives, servants, friends, and retainers. The two upper rooms used to be

occupied by Janoo and Azizun and a little black-and-tan terrier that was

stolen from an Englishman's house and given to Janoo by a soldier. To-day,

only Janoo lives in the upper rooms. Suddhoo sleeps on the roof generally,

except when he sleeps in the street. He used to go to Peshawar in the cold

weather to visit his son, who sells curiosities near the Edwardes' Gate,

and then he slept under a real mud roof. Suddhoo is a great friend of

mine, because his cousin had a son who secured, thanks to my

recommendation, the post of head messenger to a big firm in the Station.

Suddhoo says that God will make me a Lieutenant-Governor one of these

days. I daresay his prophecy will come true. He is very, very old, with

white hair and no teeth worth showing, and he has outlived his

wits--outlived nearly everything except his fondness for his son at

Peshawar. Janoo and Azizun are Kashmiris, Ladies of the City, and theirs

was an ancient and more or less honorable profession; but Azizun has since

married a medical student from the Northwest and has settled down to a

most respectable life somewhere near Bareilly. Bhagwan Dass is an

extortionate and an adulterator. He is very rich. The man who is supposed

to get his living by seal cutting pretends to be very poor. This lets you

know as much as is necessary of the four principal tenants in the house of

Suddhoo. Then there is Me, of course; but I am only the chorus that comes

in at the end to explain things. So I do not count.

Suddhoo was not clever. The man who pretended to cut seals was the

cleverest of them all--Bhagwan Dass only knew how to lie--except Janoo.

She was also beautiful, but that was her own affair.

Suddhoo's son at Peshawar was attacked by pleurisy, and old Suddhoo was

troubled. The seal-cutter man heard of Suddhoo's anxiety and made capital

out of it. He was abreast of the times. He got a friend in Peshawar to

telegraph daily accounts of the son's health. And here the story begins.

Suddhoo's cousin's son told me, one evening, that Suddhoo wanted to see

me; that he was too old and feeble to come personally, and that I should

be conferring an everlasting honor on the House of Suddhoo if I went to

him. I went; but I think, seeing how well off Suddhoo was then, that he

might have sent something better than an ekka, which jolted fearfully,

to haul out a future Lieutenant-Governor to the City on a muggy April

evening. The ekka did not run quickly. It was full dark when we pulled

up opposite the door of Ranjit Singh's Tomb near the main gate of the

Fort. Here was Suddhoo and he said that by reason of my condescension, it

was absolutely certain that I should become a Lieutenant-Governor while

my hair was yet black. Then we talked about the weather and the state of

my health, and the wheat crops, for fifteen minutes, in the Huzuri Bagh,

under the stars.

Suddhoo came to the point at last. He said that Janoo had told him that

there was an order of the Sirkar against magic, because it was feared

that magic might one day kill the Empress of India. I didn't know anything

about the state of the law; but I fancied that something interesting was

going to happen. I said that so far from magic being discouraged by the

Government it was highly commended. The greatest officials of the State

practiced it themselves. (If the Financial Statement isn't magic, I don't

know what is.) Then, to encourage him further, I said that, if there was

any jadoo afoot, I had not the least objection to giving it my

countenance and sanction, and to seeing that it was clean jadoo--white

magic, as distinguished from the unclean jadoo which kills folk. It took

a long time before Suddhoo admitted that this was just what he had asked

me to come for. Then he told me, in jerks and quavers, that the man who

said he cut seals was a sorcerer of the cleanest kind; that every day he

gave Suddhoo news of his sick son in Peshawar more quickly than the

lightning could fly, and that this news was always corroborated by the

letters. Further, that he had told Suddhoo how a great danger was

threatening his son, which could be removed by clean jadoo; and, of

course, heavy payment. I began to see exactly how the land lay, and told

Suddhoo that I also understood a little jadoo in the Western line, and

would go to his house to see that everything was done decently and in

order. We set off together; and on the way Suddhoo told me that he had

paid the seal cutter between one hundred and two hundred rupees already;

and the jadoo of that night would cost two hundred more. Which was

cheap, he said, considering the greatness of his son's danger; but I do

not think he meant it.

The lights were all cloaked in the front of the house when we arrived. I

could hear awful noises from behind the seal cutter's shop front, as if

some one were groaning his soul out. Suddhoo shook all over, and while we

groped our way upstairs told me that the jadoo had begun. Janoo and

Azizun met us at the stair head, and told us that the jadoo work was

coming off in their rooms, because there was more space there. Janoo is a

lady of a freethinking turn of mind. She whispered that the jadoo was an

invention to get money out of Suddhoo, and that the seal cutter would go

to a hot place when he died. Suddhoo was nearly crying with fear and old

age. He kept walking up and down the room in the half light, repeating his

son's name over and over again, and asking Azizun if the seal cutter ought

not to make a reduction in the case of his own landlord. Janoo pulled me

over to the shadow in the recess of the carved bow-windows. The boards

were up, and the rooms were only lit by one tiny oil lamp. There was no

chance of my being seen if I stayed still.

Presently, the groans below ceased, and we heard steps on the staircase.

That was the seal cutter. He stopped outside the door as the terrier

barked and Azizun fumbled at the chain, and he told Suddhoo to blow out

the lamp. This left the place in jet darkness, except for the red glow

from the two huqas that belonged to Janoo and Azizun. The seal cutter

came in, and I heard Suddhoo throw himself down on the floor and groan.

Azizun caught her breath, and Janoo backed on to one of the beds with a

shudder. There was a clink of something metallic, and then shot up a pale

blue-green flame near the ground. The light was just enough to show

Azizun, pressed against one corner of the room with the terrier between

her knees; Janoo, with her hands clasped, leaning forward as she sat on

the bed; Suddhoo, face down, quivering, and the seal cutter.

I hope I may never see another man like that seal cutter. He was stripped

to the waist, with a wreath of white jasmine as thick as my wrist round

his forehead, a salmon-colored loin-cloth round his middle, and a steel

bangle on each ankle. This was not awe-inspiring. It was the face of the

man that turned me cold. It was blue-gray in the first place. In the

second, the eyes were rolled back till you could only see the whites of

them; and, in the third, the face was the face of a demon--a

ghoul--anything you please except of the sleek, oily old ruffian who sat

in the daytime over his turning-lathe downstairs. He was lying on his

stomach with his arms turned and crossed behind him, as if he had been

thrown down pinioned. His head and neck were the only parts of him off the

floor. They were nearly at right angles to the body, like the head of a

cobra at spring. It was ghastly. In the center of the room, on the bare

earth floor, stood a big, deep, brass basin, with a pale blue-green light

floating in the center like a night-light. Round that basin the man on the

floor wriggled himself three times. How he did it I do not know. I could

see the muscles ripple along his spine and fall smooth again; but I could

not see any other motion. The head seemed the only thing alive about him,

except that slow curl and uncurl of the laboring back muscles. Janoo from

the bed was breathing seventy to the minute; Azizun held her hands before

her eyes; and old Suddhoo, fingering at the dirt that had got into his

white beard, was crying to himself. The horror of it was that the

creeping, crawly thing made no sound--only crawled! And, remember, this

lasted for ten minutes, while the terrier whined, and Azizun shuddered,

and Janoo gasped and Suddhoo cried.

I felt the hair lift at the back of my head, and my heart thump like a

thermantidote paddle. Luckily, the seal cutter betrayed himself by his

most impressive trick and made me calm again. After he had finished that

unspeakable crawl, he stretched his head away from the floor as high as he

could, and sent out a jet of fire from his nostrils. Now I knew how

fire--spouting is done--I can do it myself--so I felt at ease. The

business was a fraud. If he had only kept to that crawl without trying to

raise the effect, goodness knows what I might not have thought. Both the

girls shrieked at the jet of fire, and the head dropped, chin down on the

floor, with a thud; the whole body lying then like a corpse with its arms

trussed. There was a pause of five full minutes after this, and the

blue-green flame died down. Janoo stooped to settle one of her anklets,

while Azizun turned her face to the wall and took the terrier in her arms.

Suddhoo put out an arm mechanically to Janoo's huqa, and she slid it

across the floor with her foot. Directly above the body and on the wall

were a couple of flaming portraits, in stamped paper frames, of the Queen

and the Prince of Wales. They looked down on the performance, and, to my

thinking, seemed to heighten the grotesqueness of it all.

Just when the silence was getting unendurable, the body turned over and

rolled away from the basin to the side of the room, where it lay stomach

up. There was a faint "plop" from the basin--exactly like the noise a fish

makes when it takes a fly--and the green light in the center revived.

I looked at the basin, and saw, bobbing in the water the dried, shriveled,

black head of a native baby--open eyes, open mouth and shaved scalp. It

was worse, being so very sudden, than the crawling exhibition. We had no

time to say anything before it began to speak.

Read Poe's account of the voice that came from the mesmerized dying man,

and you will realize less than one half of the horror of that head's


There was an interval of a second or two between each word, and a sort of

"ring, ring, ring," in the note of the voice like the timbre of a bell. It

pealed slowly, as if talking to itself, for several minutes before I got

rid of my cold sweat. Then the blessed solution struck me. I looked at the

body lying near the doorway, and saw, just where the hollow of the throat

joins on the shoulders, a muscle that had nothing to do with any man's

regular breathing, twitching away steadily. The whole thing was a careful

reproduction of the Egyptian teraphin that one reads about sometimes; and

the voice was as clever and as appalling a piece of ventriloquism as one

could wish to hear. All this time the head was "lip-lip-lapping" against

the side of the basin, and speaking. It told Suddhoo, on his face again

whining, of his son's illness and of the state of the illness up to the

evening of that very night. I always shall respect the seal cutter for

keeping so faithfully to the time of the Peshawar telegrams. It went on to

say that skilled doctors were night and day watching over the man's life;

and that he would eventually recover if the fee to the potent sorcerer,

whose servant was the head in the basin, were doubled.

Here the mistake from the artistic point of view came in. To ask for twice

your stipulated fee in a voice that Lazarus might have used when he rose

from the dead, is absurd. Janoo, who is really a woman of masculine

intellect, saw this as quickly as I did. I heard her say "Ash nahin!

Fareib!" scornfully under her breath; and just as she said so, the light

in the basin died out, the head stopped talking, and we heard the room

door creak on its hinges. Then Janoo struck a match, lit the lamp, and we

saw that head, basin, and seal cutter were gone. Suddhoo was wringing his

hands and explaining to anyone who cared to listen, that, if his chances

of eternal salvation depended on it, he could not raise another two

hundred rupees. Azizun was nearly in hysterics in the corner; while Janoo

sat down composedly on one of the beds to discuss the probabilities of the

whole thing being a bunao, or "make-up."

I explained as much as I knew of the seal cutter's way of jadoo; but her

argument was much more simple:--"The magic that is always demanding gifts

is no true magic," said she. "My mother told me that the only potent love

spells are those which are told you for love. This seal cutter man is a

liar and a devil. I dare not tell, do anything, or get anything done,

because I am in debt to Bhagwan Dass the bunnia for two gold rings and a

heavy anklet. I must get my food from his shop. The seal cutter is the

friend of Bhagwan Dass, and he would poison my food. A fool's jadoo has

been going on for ten days, and has cost Suddhoo many rupees each night.

The seal cutter used black hens and lemons and mantras before. He never

showed us anything like this till to-night. Azizun is a fool, and will be

a pur dahnashin soon. Suddhoo has lost his strength and his wits. See

now! I had hoped to get from Suddhoo many rupees while he lived, and many

more after his death; and behold, he is spending everything on that

offspring of a devil and a she-ass, the seal cutter!"

Here I said: "But what induced Suddhoo to drag me into the business? Of

course I can speak to the seal cutter, and he shall refund. The whole

thing is child's talk--shame--and senseless."

"Suddhoo is an old child," said Janoo. "He has lived on the roofs these

seventy years and is as senseless as a milch goat. He brought you here to

assure himself that he was not breaking any law of the Sirkar, whose

salt he ate many years ago. He worships the dust off the feet of the seal

cutter, and that cow devourer has forbidden him to go and see his son.

What does Suddhoo know of your laws or the lightning post? I have to watch

his money going day by day to that lying beast below."

Janoo stamped her foot on the floor and nearly cried with vexation; while

Suddhoo was whimpering under a blanket in the corner, and Azizun was

trying to guide the pipe-stem to his foolish old mouth.

* * * * *

Now the case stands thus. Unthinkingly, I have laid myself open to the

charge of aiding and abetting the seal cutter in obtaining money under

false pretenses, which is forbidden by Section 420 of the Indian Penal

Code. I am helpless in the matter for these reasons, I cannot inform the

police. What witnesses would support my statements? Janoo refuses flatly,

and Azizun is a veiled woman somewhere near Bareilly--lost in this big

India of ours. I dare not again take the law into my own hands, and speak

to the seal cutter; for certain am I that, not only would Suddhoo

disbelieve me, but this step would end in the poisoning of Janoo, who is

bound hand and foot by her debt to the bunnia. Suddhoo is an old dotard;

and whenever we meet mumbles my idiotic joke that the Sirkar rather

patronizes the Black Art than otherwise. His son is well now; but Suddhoo

is completely under the influence of the seal cutter, by whose advice he

regulates the affairs of his life. Janoo watches daily the money that she

hoped to wheedle out of Suddhoo taken by the seal cutter, and becomes

daily more furious and sullen.

She will never tell, because she dare not; but, unless something happens

to prevent her, I am afraid that the seal cutter will die of cholera--the

white arsenic kind--about the middle of May. And thus I shall have to be

privy to a murder in the house of Suddhoo.